Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.